[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
Sound same as all automatic ,cowards at it again
Tackle my chin at me or my kin,thought I was limb
Brought up my kid to Devil’s stadium
Red rights if you play with him
But this gift, I’m flaming them lost and they half demon
I sun up with my shady style
Young and dumb to weavy ride
Chaos every day we see, cripple own the way we lie
You know I’m one hundred you ever gave me five
Son got about this, still griefing the way he died
I rather take an army with me
‘Til then I’m living, fucking bitches,poppin’ down and pussy
You piss me off and they picking
I’m way to hard to listen
I’m way to red, I put my future on my dark history

[Hook]

[Outro - Jadakiss]
Yeah, real niggas shit
Smoke out to it
Zone out to it
(?) Live life to the fullest, niggas
For those not here
For those still hereG-Unit, D-Block
My nigga Banks, y'all ready
Let's get it

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Lloyd Banks reflects on his life. From the environment of his home in Southside Jamica Queens, to his current ambitions, reflections on the passing of his father, the death of g-unit, reflections on his influences, general critics, and overcoming such negativity.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tbQDA1Nr4lQ